Feb 02, 2011 08:34
[Oh, look who it is. You're treated to an inside look at Squall's room. Well, it's his retreating hand at first. He'd heard some screaming and carrying on, forgot he'd left his Mognet on and went to fix that. Only, in his slowly-coming-out-of-a-nap daze, he turned it on a video feed instead. With a sigh, he rolls away from the feed and onto his other side, giving the device a nice view of his new wardrobe: a plain white dress (showing off some leg, to boot) and pale blue sandals.]
...Wonder what they're yelling about this time. [Now that he's awake and can't go back to sleep.]
[It's when he reaches up to scratch his neck and finds the lack of fur and leather hindering him that he freezes. And slowly looks over his form. And holy shit, he's wearing a dress. In the suddenness to sit up and tear out of bed in surprise, he completely loses any grace he might have had and disappears off the side of the bed with a yell and a thud!]
What the hell is going on now? [u mad, squall?]
!zidane,
!squall,
*squall,
!fang,
!namine,
!kadaj,
!kuja